The Golden Haired Elementalist Novels & Stories

Chris asked. "Well, he is a primordial and regular werewolf, so my theory is; the spell of the golden dirk is affecting him because it finds two different powers in him. One mustn't be of two different species before it affects him." Chris nodded as he watched her grab a plant and tucked it into her shoulder bag. The silence continued as they continued their walk, but Elsa paused immediately as she caught sight of a bold, finely toothed bright green leaflet. It had a long, stout and hollow stems of green. "Archangelica." She whispered.

“I know I should have told you this yesterday, but she begged me to keep it a secret. Jules is the hunter. She’s a Tueur.” Mathias gasps with shock. “If she’s a Tueur, she’s not just a hunter. She’s an elite hunter.” “Yeah, but she didn’t know until recently what she was because her powers were dormant.” Tristan looks down thoughtfully. “Is she the reason you wanted to go to the Golden Crown?” Azazel asks. Khail frowns in consternation. “What’s the Golden Crown?” “The Golden Crown is a mobile dimension used by shady supernatural beings. Most of them are bad news.” Tristan answers.

The figure dissolved, but the white expanse pulsed, and a new fracture formed—not crimson, not black, but gold, its light warm and alive. Aelira’s breath caught. “What is that?” Elyra’s scars dimmed, her voice soft. “A beginning.” Rowan’s blade lowered, but his eyes stayed sharp. “Or a trap.” Agnes, trembling, reached for the gold light. “It’s not the Veil. It’s… something new.” Selene turned to them, her smile fierce and unbroken. “Whatever it is, we face it together.” The gold fracture pulsed, and a voice not theirs, not the unmaking’s, but something warm, alive, and impossibly vast spoke one word.

Covering the fingers should be enough for this spell. “Khambasa ga saori.” The revelation spell. A green smoke billowed from where the seal was and I watched as it swirled upwards and formed the image of a little girl. Games, games, games. The devil likes to play games. I smirked. There were plenty of devils in this world, but only two came to mind that was this infuriating. This is either Sufians’ doing... or Nailah's. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her.

Golden hatches slid open to either side amid a cloud of incense — celestial myrrh and burning ozone. Stepping forth was a being belonging neither to wolfkind nor terrestrial humans. Standing nearly two‑and‑a‑half meters tall, he was sheathed in overlapping plates of igneous gold, shaped like reptile scales. His face was sharp and aristocratic, of cruel and androgynous beauty; skin patterned with fine golden micro‑lines, two polished obsidian horns rising from his temples to curve back like a natural crown. His eyes — two vertical embers of incandescent magma, no whites visible — swept the terrace with such sovereign disdain my fangs chattered in response. In his gloved hand he bore a scroll

“The prophecy said that when someone is born with the power to control all elements—light, dark, fire, water, earth, wind, and spirit—the world will bend to their will. They could either bring balance… or destroy everything.” Uriel’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re saying this Zander could be that person? But…” Uriel’s words trailed off as realization struck him. His eyes widened, darting toward Gavriel. “Lady Althea… she can also manipulate elements, can’t she?” he finished in a low, uneasy tone.

They continued to speculate about what Elowen was but none of them was certain until the eldest minister spoke. “I have heard about a rare blood called golden blood from my grandparents. I only remember some of it because I was a child, and I thought it was a myth. But if I remember it right, there was a small group of healers thousand years ago and among them was a powerful seer that possessed a blood that could heal anything. It could make a dying man healthy within a day, and a cursed man to be cured.” “That is but a myth,”my mother scoffed. “Surely someone as worthless as that human can't possibly be that important. She might have just a special scent that is completely useless.”

She rolled over onto her back, her dark eyes widening as she looked up through the dense treeline. The Gilded Fortress was gone. The massive, multi-million-dollar Bedford estate was a towering inferno of orange flames and black smoke, the dark stone structures collapsing into a massive crater of burning rubble. Everything Dominic had used to cage her, everything she had fought against for weeks, had been completely erased from the face of the earth in a single, calculated stroke of treachery. "Vivian..." A low, ruined groan drifted from the dark shadows beside a massive pine tree.

"I remember you only obtained two of them, the earth stone from the gnomes and the fire feather from the Pheonix. What about the other two?" "I already have the other two." "Oh?" Cassandra breathed. "Can I borrow your knife for a moment?" the sorceress asked. Cassandra handed her the elven knife. Vasilisa went over to the tree and began carving a circle and two triangles intersected each other. Then she cut off a tress of her white-gold hair. "Why did she do that?" Cassandra asked Owlyn. "It's actually the third element," the owl told her. "My mistress's maternal side is a Víla."

“I have heard a report from the military department that something similar happened to Sebastian when an elemental riffle malfunctioned. They said that Dorin simply stared as his friend fell to the ground.” “He has no power over life, then,” Venet piped in once again. “It means that he is not the one we are looking for.” “...yet he has all the characteristics of a Golden Child... he is a genuine sourceror, his unlimited magic is a testament to this.” Xander frowned.